Dear Isabella,

To be honest, I’m not quite sure why I’m still writing these. Sometimes I just think of something I want to say eventually, but I figure I’m gonna forget it.

Anyway, I’ve never been drunk before.

So I asked my friend why they got drunk, if it just led to bad decisions, and they said: “sometimes you mistakenly make the right choice, task failed successfully.”

I told you once that I believe thinking is maladaptive — that you learned to think through a situation when it didn’t come naturally, when your environment didn’t prepare you for it. I think this happens especially often in love.

But the goal of thinking is not to think. You learn to ride a bike, and then you stop thinking about how to pedal. You trust yourself, even if you’ve fallen off before.

In life, in God, and in love, I treasure the moments when I have a little delirium, a bit of intoxication. As Rumi says:

But what do you do when the delirium subsides and you’re sober again?

I think — you look around and hopefully decide: task failed successfully.

Thariq